"What must be,
must," she said, and followed him.
The Minster clock struck the quarter to eight as they left the Walk on
the Wall and descended the steps into Rosemary Lane. Almost at the same
moment the lawyer's clerk from London gave the last instructions to his
subordinates, and took up his own position, on the opposite side of the
river, within easy view of Mr. Huxtable's door.
CHAPTER II.
CAPTAIN WRAGGE stopped nearly midway in the one little row of houses
composing Rosemary Lane, and let himself and his guest in at the door of
his lodgings with his own key. As they entered the passage, a care-worn
woman in a widow's cap made her appearance with a candle. "My niece,"
said the captain, presenting Magdalen; "my niece on a visit to York. She
has kindly consented to occupy your empty bedroom. Consider it let, if
you please, to my niece--and be very particular in airing the sheets?
Is Mrs. Wragge upstairs? Very good. You may lend me your candle. My
dear girl, Mrs. Wragge's boudoir is on the first floor; Mrs. Wragge is
visible. Allow me to show you the way up."
As he ascended the stairs first, the care-worn widow whispered,
piteously, to Magdalen, "I hope you'll pay me, miss.
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